Have you heard, stone wall?
Iron door, blind window,
My pillow, my bunk, my chain,
My hidden sad picture for which
I risk death again and again,
Have you heard?
My visitor brought green onions,
My cigarettes smell of cloves.
Spring has come to the mountains of my land.

– Ahmed Arif. Inside

translated by Murat-Nemet Nejat

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